Jenny Charity Cardall
Jenny watched with wide, interested eyes as the second girl- Corry- got her own team. Watching others receive their pokemon only made her yearn for her team more! Just then the professor asked for who wanted to go next. After two other voices spoke up, Jenny did as well. “I wanna go after them.” She pointed out, voicing her opinion rather loudly. The lanky pokemon professor smiled. “Of course! Ray, you can go now, then Lynn, Jenny and Kyle.” Professor Birch pivoted around, reaching for his backpack and pulling out the six pokeballs that contained the pokemon he had caught earlier. He beckoned Riena over to the machine with a grin.
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Charity Alycia Wiora
Charity quickly ripped the wrapper off of her big mac and then followed the action by taking a big bite of her burger. As she did so, a bit of ketchup dribbled down her chin. “Aw, gross.” The female said, grabbing a napkin and wiping her face. Her ears perked at Juliet’s comment. “Like what?” Charity asked interestedly, her voice slightly muffled from the food in her mouth.
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Persephone Diane Bare
Percy’s black ears swiveled around, listening to the conversation behind her. The female delicately unwrapped her cheeseburger and then proceeded to take a small bite out of it. Two fang like marks were left in the burger. At Juliet’s comment the Zoroark-gijinka mumbled; “Probably trash. Not like she could have found anything good.” Percy took a small sip of her coke, tracing her long, red claws along the stone floor of the cave.
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Simone Paige Price
Simone gave a small smile towards Nicki. “Maybe we can do something fun together tomorrow.” The girl suggested brightly. She continued to eat her salad, occasionally taking a small sip of her water. After a few moments of silence from Simone, she finally spoke up again. “Like, maybe we could go-” The girl’s comment was cut off when she heard Juliet and realized everyone's attention was on her. Simone took another bite of her salad and trained her eyes on Juliet. -
Ugh, sorry for the late reply. Its getting harder to find time to come on with school
@|Shard| (School) Sorry, meant to tell you that you did post your team correctly. However, its only required that you edit your team into your form.PokemonTrainerGina Accepted! Although, could you edit the history? I would prefer if all the characters were beginning trainers. And I'm not sure if you care, but everyone else's characters are in their teens. Not sure if you'll wanna change her age? Your team; Tauros level 16, Lileep level 38, Pawniard level 35, Magby level 13, Wurmple level 6, Bronzor level 10.
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Noah Smith; Silver Meadow Stables
After a few moments of silence, Noah finally spoke up. “Yeah. I mean, I enjoy competing, its just-” The male paused in thought for a moment. “- Sometimes it can be stressful. I guess,” He finished, training his brown eyes on the swaying lush grass under his feet. As soon as they reached the practice field, Noah mimicked Shiloh’s actions and loosely tied Regal’s reins to the white fence. He laughed at Shiloh’s words, twisted into a posh accent. “You’re weird.” He teased, grinning. Using the fence as a mounting stool, Noah attempted to reach his foot into the stirrups. “Short people problems.” He mumbled under his breath.After a bit of struggling, Noah finally swung his leg over the English saddle. As soon as he was comfortable in the saddle, the male gently tugged on the reins, unfastening the reins from the fence. Noah quickly adjusted his reins, and then cued Regal into a walk towards the practice field. As soon as he was past the gate, he circled around, waiting for Shiloh.
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Tailor Cressman; White Hollow Stables
Tailor nodded, took off guard. “Yeah.” She responded, attempting to sound reassuring. “Probably just a little more nervous then I should be.” The brunette added with a laugh. After a few moments of Tailor remaining silent, the female changed the subject. Don‘t wanna dampen the mood with my silly insecurities! “Okay, I barely know you. I mean, we've known each other for like, two days. We’re going to spend this car ride getting to know each other.” Tailor declared, her lips held in a large smile. She met Alex’s brown eyes with her green ones. “So, when did you start competing?” -
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[img width=372 height=510]http://www.eonline.com/eol_ima…0-634.lorde.cm.121813.jpg[/img][size=16pt]Sidera ¤ Jay ¤ Booker
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Syd, Siddy
» age
Seventeen
» gender
Female
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Upon first meeting Syd, she acts professional, serious and reserved. She will keep to herself, clasp her hands together and only speak up when necessary. The girl doesn’t like meeting new people, and prefers being around the people she knows. More often than not, she’s uncomfortable around strangers, wary of those she doesn’t know. Her obvious uncomfort will show in her actions, as when the girl is around new people she may stutter or refuse to make eye contact.However, once one has earned Syd’s trust she begins to blossom. She will chatter more and break out of her formal shell. Around those she knows the girl is noticeably louder and tends to be more obnoxious and outgoing. Earning this trust in her is difficult, though. Afraid of being hurt, Syd doesn’t trust others easily. Often she’ll distance herself from her friends, not wanting to become too attached to someone who might hurt her or gossip about her.
Syd’s personality consists of many positive attributes. A large portion of her personality is her sympathetic, caring nature. She is deeply affected by the emotions of those around her, and if someone else is upset she tends to get upset as well. The young girl can’t stand to see someone hurt emotionally or physically and will do her best to fix the problem. Not only that, Syd has a keen eye for when someone is angered or upset. Thus, Syd tends to play the mediator in her relationships, being the one who tries to work out fights and keep others from arguing.
However, like everyone, Syd has negative attributes as well. Occasionally the girl can get snappy and pushy. She also likes being in control, the leader, so often times she can come off as bossy and controlling. While Syd does have a flawed personality, she is a friend to keep.
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California, USA» accent
American?» History
Syd grew up in a large, rich neighborhood in California. A great portion of her childhood was spent living in a high-end home with her mother and father. The girl fell in love with horses around the age of six. She pleaded to buy one and begin to take lessons. With her mother’s money coming from her being a lawyer and her father a photographer, her parents agreed. Syd began taking lessons at a prestigious Arabian-only stables and started competing at a national level.However, at school, the young girl was bullied for being so fond of her beloved animal. Horses were not cool. Where she lived, they weren’t socially acceptable. The mean words and comments, the treatment and feeling of being nothing pushed the girl over the edge. She began to trust no one but her horse companions. In an attempt to escape her school, she left California for Florida and became apart of Palm Friend Ranch at age fifteen.
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Straight[color=black][size=16pt]¤ Color Me In The Lines¤
[img width=464 height=510]http://www.arabianknights-shiv…horses/toocool2_large.jpg[/img]
[size=10]» Barn Name
Color» age
Seven» height
15.2 Hands» gender
Gelding
» breed
Half-Arabian
» Personality
Color describes the term bomb-proof and kid friendly. The gelding rarely spooks and seems to take care of his riders. He’s friendly towards other horses, whinnying to them in the stalls, and other animals, such as bending down his nose to meet a dog. The Arabian-while having a tendency to go fast in the show ring- possesses a gentle and soft spirit.
» Talents
Color is known for his high-stepping trot and high energy. He’s an English horse through and through- and is flashy and noticeable in the ring. The gelding bridals nicely and naturally and has high tail carriage. Color also has good temperament and will willingly be led through a complex pattern. With a lot of motion and energy Color brings competition to shows.
» flaws
Having a lot of energy in the show ring comes with flaws. Occasionally Color can get wild and speedy, and it takes a lot of leg muscle to slow him down. The gelding also doesn’t do well with slower gaits and may jog during the walk or refuse to come to a called halt.
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Shown in Saddle Seat, Arabian Native Costume and Showmanship.[color=black][size=16pt]¤ Aria Impresario ¤

[size=10]» Barn Name
Aries
» age
Three years old
» height
14.4 Hands? Not sure
» gender
Stallion
» breed
Arabian
» Personality
Aires is a frisky, wild stallion. He’s the horse bucking and galloping around the pasture, letting out loud whinnies. Aries has to be handled carefully, as he spooks easily. In the showring he’ll occasionally rear and pull against the lead rope.
» Talents
Aries isn’t ridable yet and is only shown in halter classes. The horse sports key conformation and beauty that excels in halter classes against other Arabians of his gender and age.» flaws
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[size=16pt] Ciel ¤ Sebastian ¤ White
[size=10]» call me
Ciel» age
Seventeen» gender
Male» personality
Upon meeting Ciel many are under the impression that he is cold-hearted and prideful. This may because of his silent, glancing eyes that watch you more than he speaks. His facial expressions seem to say ‘I’m better than you’ although the boy doesn’t mean it half the time. Ciel is a quieter, more reserved soul and only speaks up when necessary. However, usually much thought is put into what he says and many times his words are well-thought out and wise.Ciel has many positive traits that reflect in his personality. He is determined, often to the point of overworking himself, to improve. He’ll stay over hours at the stables working his horses or practicing something over and over until he gets it right. Ciel is also one who analyzes every situation and is a mechanical thinker. He is intelligent and thoughtful and this comes in handy in the showring.
However, like everyone, Ciel has a flawed personality. Occasionally he can be insensitive and isn’t keen on the emotions of others. Because of this, he may accidentally hurt someone without realizing it. Ciel has also been spoiled and pampered since birth and is used to wealth and money at his disposal. While the boy does have a lot of negative traits, he is a friend to keep.
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London, England» accent
Has a hint of British in his voice» history
Ciel grew up in a wealthy mannor in London, England. There he received a fine education and became skilled in many languages and forms of arts. It wasn’t until about age ten that Ciel took an interest in horses. After a quick practice ride he became entranced with the elegant beauty and power of the horse. The boy was able to start taking lessons immediately and soon acquired many horses through his parents’ wealth of having political power in London.Childhood was quite happy and normal for the boy. He ate elaborate food, competed in high-end horse competitions and was educated finely. However, at age sixteen Ciel’s uncle committed suicide. While the blow wasn’t as hard as if it had been one of his parents, the teenager decided that moving somewhere else and focusing on horses would ease the pain.
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[img width=340 height=510]http://www.mamage.com/media/photos/mamage4.jpg[/img][color=black][size=16pt]¤ Lord Phantom ¤
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[size=10]» barn name
Phantom» age
14 years old
» height
15.2 hands?? Not sure
» gender
Gelding
» breed
Arabian
» personality
For the most part, Phantom is a relatively calm and relaxed gelding. He’s easygoing and loves being around other horses and people. However, Phantom is easily spooked. He shies or jumps at anything that he hasn’t seen or heard- may it be a new comb or someone’s ringtone. Other than that flaw, Phantom is gentle and can be found playfully nuzzling anyone who gets close to him.
» talents
Phantom’s body was made for English gaits, he has high-stepping movements and lots of motion in his hocks. This results in the Arabian being shown in Saddle Seat English Pleasure, Driving and Park Saddle. The gelding is also easily controlled and tends to keep a good speed in the showring.
» flaws
Occasionally Ciel has to fight Phantom for a good headset and a tucked in nose. Also, the gelding is hard to maneuver and doesn’t do well in patterns or classes that require navigation through horses. -
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Is there any possibility that my charries could train their obtained horses in something other than the listed disciplines? I'm most comfortable in RPing Saddle Seat, so would I be allowed to do that in the RP? I know in the rules that it states you don't have to follow the potenial guidlines, but I believe that Saddle Seat was left out entirely. (Which is understandable. The discipline isn't popular in many horse breeds). Am I allowed to do something such as Saddleseat or Western pleasure? -
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Name:
Gender: Stallion
(Straight gay bi?): Straight
Rank: General
Age: Six years old.
Appearance:
Phantom sports a gleaming dark bay coat that ripples with muscle underneath. His body build is slim and short with sleek legs and a long, arching neck. Phantom also displays flashy and noticeable white socks on one front leg and one back leg. He was built for speed, endurance and agility and often times is much faster than the other horses in his age group. However, the stallion lacks strength and older horses can easily put him into his place.If you look closer you can see Phantom's graceful facial features. A black forelock hangs over the horse’s forehead, often times covering his white diamond. Occasionally black tufts of hair will fall into the stallion's wild brown orbs. Phantom's eyes can commonly be seen glancing around, sizing up the other horses in the herd. His muzzle is small, emphasized by the breed-known Arabian face dish.

Personalty:
Phantom does not look towards the other horses in the herd for relationships. His brown eyes only see pawns that will help him reach the crown. He trusts very few, even those that appear to be allies or friends. The horse prefers to be independent and rely on his own cunning ability to survive in the herd rather than on the strength of others. However, his independence and distance from others can also be seen in a positive light. Phantom’s greatest strength comes from his definite and skillful thinking and persistency. These strengths would not be obtainable if his thoughts were clouded with loving others.His goal of obtaining the rank of King consumes this horse’s quandaries and allows him to survive in the cut-throat herd. Despite the hatred that lingers at the stallion’s heart from his parents’ death, Phantom manages to put on a good show; one that makes others think that he is nothing to be afraid of when really he’s the one controlling the board. While Phantom isn’t afraid to kill to get what he wants, in the end he doesn’t like hurting those who don’t deserve punishment.
This horse is haughty, determined and crafty. Phantom stands on high ground, not for the sake of ethicality and morality, but to overlook the battleground at his hooves. Phantom isn’t afraid to get dirty but prefers to manipulate others to do his bidding. To many people, the stallion appears to be a colt in a stallion’s position. Someone too young to fulfill his duties. Phantom, however, prides himself in his high rank and makes sure to handle his tasks respectively.
Horses who underestimate the Arabian often times end up feeling like a puppet cut of his strings after being used by Phantom. The gelding’s dark sense of humor does nothing to contradict with the comparison. As a horse who loves playing chase through the woods, he also enjoys playing games with his enemies. To those he dislikes he becomes transformed from a colt playing tag to a wolf chasing its prey. Despite this despondent version of playfulness, Phantom is not openhanded with his emotions.
On the average occasion Phantom can be seen wearing a disdainful or uninterested facial expression. To receive a genuine smile from the gelding is a real accomplishment. A grin or cheerful whinny is harder to acquire than gaining the Arabian’s trust. The few horses he does trust, he treasures and keeps close to him.
Parents rank: General
Other:
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Track~ Will have my form(s) finished soon. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Finally a horse RP that includes Saddle Seat <33
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A sickeningly familiar neigh sounded from the back of Phantom’s mind. All of a sudden, the stallion's brown eyes opened, forcing him out of the sweet realm of dreams and into reality. His eyes turned to slits as he glanced towards Ares. Shaking his coat out, Phantom began to proceed to follow orders to line up before the king at his will. Someday, dear Aries, you will be bowing to me, pleading for your life. Phantom thought cruelly, walking towards the black stallion. Aries was of a large, stocky build and stood far taller than the Arabian. However, Phantom had cards hidden in his sleeve. It was not only the King who sat behind the curtains pulling the strings, Phantom had his own dolls as well.
The sunlight shone down on Phantom as he walked to Aries. The Arabian’s coat gleamed under the sun, reflecting the deep, dark, mysterious bay color. The sun also accented the horse’s muscle, which rippled with each sway of his flank. Within a few steps Phantom stood in front of his King. He offered perfect Arabian conformation, with his two front hooves aligned next to each other and one back foot resting slightly under his body. Phantom bowed his head. “My King.” His brown eyes glanced up at the black stallion as his own head hung, displaying his inferiority. He could picture blood staining the King’s neck and adorning his face. A small smirk found its way onto Phantom’s face.
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Phantom noticed how Aries acted more tense and edgy than usual. He can feel it. He knows his downfall will be soon. Something gave the Arabian’s true feelings away, perhaps his eyes or body posture. The King had reacted with anger and authority and the fact pleased Phantom. It showed that the King had a weakness of self-control. If your enemy is writhing under your hooves how can you strike properly if you cannot control yourself? In your anger you shall misjudge where hoof will land. That, My King, is what will happen to you.
At his presence, Aries had glared at Phantom, causing a shiver of hatred to snake down the horse’s spine. At the King’s first words Phantom had nodded, murmuring “Of course.” And then, out of nowhere, Aries sharp hooves landed mere inches from Phantom’s body, causing the earth to tremble at the King’s power. Phantom’s face held an expression of amusement as he glanced down at Arie’s hooves. The King had made clear to any other horse watching that the bay Arabian had aggravated him. Don’t you know, you are suppose to conceal your hatred? In a game of war you hold your enemies close.
And then, suddenly, the King’s words had turned to whispers. Phantom was not intimidated at the least by Ares. He has gladly underestimated me. Know, Ares, that if you kill me you go down with me. My life is irrelevant. I do not care whether I stay in the game or not. Phantom thought, a solemn expression on his face. The Arabian bent his head down lower until his muzzle rested on his chest. Phantom watched as Arie’s black flank walked away. “Of course, my King. What kind of general would I be if I had such thoughts? I hope you know my life-long loyalty to the Crown is until the day I die.” The Arabian spoke quietly.
My King, we will have a grand ball, a game. -
.: Cheyenne Flora Rooker:.

Nicknames;
Chey, Char
[img width=381 height=510]http://houseofanubis2013.files…4nw-_v1-_sx640_sy856_.jpg[/img]
Gender;
FemaleAge;
Seventeen years oldFamily;
-Carrie Rooker (Mother)
- Jonathon Rooker (Father)Personality;
Upon first meeting Cheyenne, she acts professional, serious and reserved. She will keep to herself, clasp her hands together and only speak up when necessary. The girl doesn’t like meeting new people and prefers being around the people she knows. More often than not, she’s uncomfortable around strangers, wary of those she doesn’t know. Her obvious uncomfort will show in her actions, as when the girl is around new people she may stutter or refuse to make eye contact.However, once one earns Cheyenne’s trust she begins to blossom. She will chatter more and break out of her formal shell. Around those she knows the girl is noticeably louder and tends to be more obnoxious and outgoing. To close friends Cheyenne may even open up to them about her inner conflicts and insecurities. Earning this trust in her is difficult, though. Afraid of being hurt, Cheyenne doesn’t trust others easily. Often she’ll distance herself from her friends, not wanting to become to attached to someone who might betray her.
Cheyenne’s personality consists of many positive attributes. A large portion of her personality is her sympathetic, caring nature. She is deeply affected by the emotions of those around her, and if someone else is upset she tends to get upset as well. The young girl can’t stand to see someone hurt emotionally or physically and will do her best to fix the problem. Not only that, Cheyenne has a keen eye for when someone is angered or upset. Thus, Cheyenne tends to play the mediator in her relationships, being the one who tries to work out fights and keep others from arguing.
However, like everyone, Cheyenne has negative attributes as well. Occasionally the girl can get snappy and pushy. She also likes being in control, the leader, so often times she can come off as bossy and controlling. While Cheyenne does have a flawed personality, she is a friend to keep.
Rider, Stable Hand, Trainer;
Cheyenne is mainly a rider, although she can be seen helping out as a stablehand.Show Horses;
- Baske Afire
- Al Hadiyah
- Hucksbar
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Eye Color;
blue-greenHair Color;
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Status;
SingleCrush;
Will DevelopDating;
Will DevelopOrientation;
Straight
.: Baske Afire:.
"Afire"
[img width=510 height=448]http://www.strawberrybanksfarm…/Photos/HeadNeckTailV.jpg[/img]Gender;
StallionAge;
14
Breed;
Purebred ArabianHeight;
15.1 HandsWeight;
Not sure
Temperament;
4/10Personality;
Afire is loving. Playful. Reliable. Calm. Relaxed. The Arabian is friendly towards most humans, gently nuzzling those who come near him. He’s also pretty easygoing and doesn’t mind Cheyenne fussing over him and braiding his mane and tail. Afire will stand in the crossties relaxed for as long as needed without complaint.Afire brings tough competition to the show ring. With his striking coat color and motion, the horse stands out in a crowd. He is a bomb-proof horse and rarely spooks. The Arabian also proves to be an easy horse to ride as he maintains his own headset and doesn’t fight the bit. However, the horse does have a bad habit of getting speedy.

Discipline;
Saddleseat, Arabian Native Costume
Afire Bey V |X| Baskevich
[img width=510 height=344]http://s3.amazonaws.com/cms-fa…s/original.jpg?1329099845[/img]
.: Al Hadiyah :.
[img width=510 height=409]http://s3.amazonaws.com/cms-fa…s/original.JPG?1359753150[/img]
"Hades"
[img width=510 height=409]http://s3.amazonaws.com/cms-fa…s/original.jpg?1332342331[/img]
Gender;
StallionAge;
3 years old.Breed;
Egyptian ArabianHeight;
1.50m/ 14.7 handsWeight;
Unknown
Temperament;
6/10
Personality;
Hades tends to be far more calm and collected than the average halter horse. He’s relaxed and has an even-tempered personality. While this trait is great for practice and at home, it takes a bit of effort to get the stallion fired up and excited for a class. In the showring Hades isn’t the least bit affected by the noise and screaming people and seems to enjoy showing off his own beauty and elegance.
Discipline;
Halter, Trick in HandLAHEEB |X| The Vision HG

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[font=times new roman] "Berry
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StallionAge;
EightBreed;
Purebred ArabianHeight;
14.3 HandsWeight;
Not sureTemperament;
5/10Personality;
As far as temperament goes, Berry is pretty half and half. For the most part, the Arabian is calm and collected. However, under the saddle the rider has to be aware and alert, prepared for anything Berry might throw at them. The gray stallion, if not kept under control, can be flighty and shy away from new sounds or sights.Discipline;
Side Saddle, Native Costume
Hallelujah Huck |X| Slow Dance
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[align=center][font=times new roman].: Justify:.
[img width=510 height=408]http://forums.arabianbreeders.…9/post-321-1231200970.jpg[/img]
[font=times new roman]"Justify"
[img width=510 height=359]http://www.dstarabians.com/pho…ify/Justify-121-12-07.jpg[/img]Gender;
(I know it doesn‘t fit with the pictures… >.<) MareAge;
NineBreed;
Purebred Arabian
[img width=400 height=510]http://www.dstarabians.com/photos/justify/justify-03.jpg[/img]
Height; UnsureWeight;
UnsureTemperament;
3/10
Personality;
Justify is extremely calm and relaxed. So much so that she often seems ‘out of it’ with drooping eyelids as if she was tired. This trait of hers makes her nearly fearless as she rarely spooks or goes too fast when being ridden. However, under the saddle it takes much effort to keep her going at a steady speed.
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Discipline;
Liberty (Just so you know, I am not particularly fluent in this training, so I may need some assistance when it comes to roleplaying this >.<)Magnum Pysche |X| S Justadream
Oh, and I was wondering if Arabian Native Costume could possibly be added to the discipline list? Since it is a more exotic and uncommon form of riding? If not I understand ^^''
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Phantom lifted his head at the sound of Elixir’s sickeningly sweet voice. The stallion angled his body to face the healer from his position in line. Elixir was a dappled gray mare who appeared to be charming and sweet with her dainty, feminine appearance. But outward looks can be deceiving. Phantom thought of Elixir as someone to keep a careful eye on but not necessarily a threat. “Good morning, Elixir.” The stallion replied warmly, his brown eyes meeting the mare’s sharply.
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Ohmigosh thank you! I'll be editing my forms shortly to include Native Costume <3
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Claim! Love this idea! My form will be completed shortly.
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ஜ William Wallace Knox ஜ
William’s appearance is dark and mysterious, capturing the curiosity of others. With his wide, impassive teal eyes and often inscrutable facial expressions, many have a hard time figuring Will out. He’s swift and quick-witted yet many tend to underestimate him on account of his youth. William stands out in his own way, with quiet intelligence and clever thinking.
William has a heart-shaped face with fair-colored skin. His hair is particular and there isn’t a color that quite describes it adequately. The closest color that describes his hair would be a dark teal, that in some lighting, can appear to borderline on black. Strands of his hair fall over his forehead, often times concealing the eye patch the covers his left eye. The eye patch contrasts with the light color of Will’s skin and is often noticed quickly by others. The eye patch hides his blind left eye, which stares blankly at nothing in particular and is unsightly during conversations. William prefers to keep his facial flaw a secret.
However, the boy’s right eye is an alluring combination of teal and black. His right eye is also an easily noticed feature of his face, as the bright teal color stands out against his skin. His orb is one many can get lost in, as if they were staring into the shadowy oceans of Hoenn. His one eye is usually staring at the sky in thought, a brooding expression on the boy’s face. Even so, many have trouble reading Will’s expression and emotions.
William, at the youthful age of fourteen, is still slim for a boy and hasn’t developed an abundant amount of muscle yet. Along with that fact, the boy only stands at 5’4”, a bit shorter than his friends. On the average day he can be seen wearing a large gray sweatshirt or a simple black T-shirt with a poke ball design on the back. For formal occasions William can be seen wearing a teal vest and black suite. No matter how he dresses, William tends to stand out in a crowd.
William’s first impressions on people is that he is quiet, reserved and soft-spoken. Which, to a point, is entirely true. The boy isn’t loud or boisterous like others of his age, but instead is observant and thoughtful. For the most part, Will is serious and doesn’t like playing games or messing around. However, towards close friends the matter is a little different.
Once one gets close to William enough so to be labeled a close friend or even ‘best friend’, he begins to act more extroverted. He becomes louder in speech and loses his formal shell. He also becomes more mischievous and playful. Not only that, being a close friend to Will has its benefits. The young boy is extremely loyal and doesn’t leave a friend’s side.
However, like everyone, William has flaws as well. He isn’t keen on other‘s emotions and is oblivious to when he has insulted someone or hurt someone’s feelings. Also, the boy can occasionally get prideful and doesn’t like apologizing to others. These two traits combined often lead to conflicts and fights among Will and his friends. Even with his negative personality attributes, William is a friend to keep.
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OOC: Hahaha okay. And you're fine, I assumed that you had writers block or something. Besides, the intro of the RP was enough to compel me that you were a good writer!
IC:
William lay collapsed on the wooden floor of the room. His breathing was heavy, loud gasps for air. The rasping sound echoed through the room, the only thing audible at the moment. The boy could feel blood begin to trickle down his forehead, snaking its way down his face. William sputtered, coughing up red. He attempted to further curl into a ball, into protection from the figure leaning over him, in preparation for the next blow. He heard the wind whirl as a hand came down onto his back, causing a wave of pain to-A loud squawking interrupted the boy’s memory and forced him back to reality. The male glanced up to see a Chatot perched on a branch above him. Silently, William pondered whether or not his father missed him. If the man knew what had happened yet. That the ship he had been on had wrecked. He wondered if his dad would care. William, at the young age of only fourteen, had survived the crash of the S.S Spiral. He had clutched onto a wooden plank from the ship, hanging on for life. After drifting out at sea for a few days, an island had miraculously came into view. Swimming onto the island and feeling the warm sand under his feet had felt like a miracle in itself.
Humidity suppressed the air as the sun beamed down on the island. The sunlight reflected off the ocean, making it look as though the water was a mirror, mimicking the gleaming light on its waves. Overhead, the sunlight filtered through the palm trees, creating twisted shadows onto the beach sand. William stood at the edge of the jungle, where the trees thinned and gave way to the beach. His body was concealed as his teal right eye scanned the beach in front of him.
William stood wearing a black T-shirt that had a simple pokeball design on the back. The shirt, however, had been torn during the shipwreck and a long cut exposed a part of the boy’s ribcage. Paired with the shirt was a pair of mud-stained jeans and sneakers. His hair was messy mop of dark teal that fell over his forehead. Clutched tightly in the boy’s hand was a red and white orb.
The object held William’s first pokemon, a level five Chimchar named Sebastian. The pokemon, a fiery and excited spirit, was the only company the boy had. Even so, he prefered to keep his companion in a pokeball for fear that he would run off. It was just them two, fighting nature for survival. Atleast I'm prepared. William thought to himself. He had came from Sunyshore, Sinnoh, a city at the water's edge. Thus William knew how to fish. Lost in his considerations about what to go about doing next, he didn't see the pink-haired girl appear before him.
Out of nowhere, William was face to face with a young girl. "Augh!" He cried in surprise, stumbling back and falling on his butt. Quickly the boy scrambled up, holding his pokeball up to his chest in defense in case the girl proved to be an enemy. Except, she didn't look like an enemy. She had long, soft pink hair and a friendly face with wide blue eyes. "W-who are you?" -
OOC: Understandable XD Yeah, it usually takes me forever to write something long.
IC:
William slowly relaxed, coming to the realization that this girl wasn’t going to hurt him. His shoulders became lax, the tenseness in his body loosening. “I’m William,” the boy stated, his right teal orb meeting Rose’s blue ones. He heard a giggle escape the girl’s lips and a frown etched its way onto his face. William was about to insist that him falling wasn’t funny but decided there were less trivial matters to attend to.There were so many questions William had for Rose. Do you live here? Do others live here? How did you get here? How long have you been here? After a quick moment of silence William’s voice spoke up. “Did you come on the S.S Spiral?” Could she have been on the same ship as me? The question hung in William’s mind, and he suddenly wondered who this girl really was. Could I of seen her before? Before I got stuck on this island?
While waiting for Rose to reply William curiously looked over the girl. Long, light pink hair trailed behind her back, reminding William of cotton candy or a flower blossoming in the spring. She had bright blue orbs that gleamed under the sunlight and for a split second he felt like he had seen her before. He recognized the combination of pink and blue from somewhere, but couldn’t put his finger on it. William shook the feeling and trained his eyes on the pokemon in Rose’s hands.
The girl held a small, pale green pokemon with large, friendly red eyes. William didn’t recognize the species, but he assumed the pokemon came from Hoenn or Johto. The pokemon didn’t look very strong either, implying to William that Rose was a beginning trainer like him. Sebastian seemed to notice William‘s lingering gaze on Rose‘s pokemon and jumped onto his trainer‘s shoulder. “Why you….” The boy shot the monkey-like pokemon an annoyed glare. He must of released himself from his poke ball. Sebastian leaned from William’s shoulder, inspecting the strangers in front of him. A wide grin lit the fire-type's face as he deemed them safe with a small holler. William shook his shoulder, causing the Chimchar to fall to the sand with an irritated grunt.
Suddenly, as William glared at Sebastian, a wave of realization hit him and the boy understood why the girl seemed so nostalgic to him. His little sister had once owned a doll with similar traits as Rose; long pink hair and large, innocent blue eyes. William gave a small smile at the memory of his sister dressing the doll up and styling its hair. After a moment of reminscence, he pushed the memory out of his mind and focused back on Rose.